Then I Was Alone (Percy Jackson)

Chapter Nine

Winston

I was worried, okay? When he didn't respond to texts or answer his phone, I got worried. Sometimes I couldn't eat or sleep or just function as a human.

Last time it wasn't this bad, and I don't know why it was so bad this them around. Or, I sort of knew. But it's dumb.

Sure, I like him and I care about him. But I shouldn't be losing my appetite for an entire day because he was taken away and I don't know what they're doing to him..

It took a lot. It was really hard and Lena was just working more and more so I don't know if she even really noticed it.

Eventually, though, I started to self harm..I was just in a lot of pain and I wanted to not feel like that so my dumbass figured cutting myself would make it so much better.

And I never got caught. Aside once. By Winona after school because I thought she had practice for whatever the fuck she does now. It changes a lot. So I assumed I had time to sulk and be depressing and just a fucking useless mess.

Of course, she brought me to the hospital and they diagnosed me with depression and I had to stay overnight. Lena wasn't very happy. She said I should be so worked up.

And she's right, I shouldn't be. But I am, and it hurts. I just want to know that he's okay.

All I want is to know that I'll get to see him.

She told me that he's one guy in my life that probably won't matter in ten years. I had to move on.

Like I didn't fucking try that already.

The only thing the meds did we're force me to eat once a day. Outside of that, they really didn't do shit. And after that, I was never caught again.

I had this nightmare where I watched him die and I woke up and I cried and I didn't sleep after that until I literally passed out after like two days.

It was shitty and I'd never go through it again.

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Leo

The first thing they did was smash my phone so I couldn't use it.

But I was gone for about six months. Longer than I wanted to be. I was hoping like by Christmas. But it was almost Valentine's.

It was a Friday and it was the 13th. Usually I'd make a joke but I was high trailing it to Winston's place. I was going to see my fucking man.

When I got there, Lena was gone and Winona answered. She was ecstatic I was back and okay. Told me that Winston hasn't taken this situation very well. Whatsoever.

So I headed up to his room and he was up there. Just sitting at his desk. Not really doing anything. It reminded me of that one day on the ship. I was supposed to be doing something with Percy and we finished really. So he sat down and that was the first time I noticed something was off with him. The look in his eye wasn't right.

Turns out it was depression.

He's lost weight. I think a bit too much just based on what I remember him looking one vs what he looks like now. Looked like he hasn't slept in days.

I mean, it was heartbreaking. Now I understand why Nico was so worried about Percy in the hospital and why he was so keen on getting him back to a stable mindset.

"Winston?" I asked as I slowly made my way towards him, fucking terrified of his reaction to me. "Hey, what happened? You look like shit."

After he realized he was me he just turned around to face me and I hugged him because he really looked like he could use it.